Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 133

Katrina bustled around the living room, putting up decorations for Kylan's birthday. Her seven-month baby bump stretched her shirt, and she paused, puffing out a breath as she struggled to reach a high corner. She groaned, stretching again, but still couldn't quite manage. A familiar voice rumbled behind her, accompanied by the solid warmth of Kylan's back against hers. "I've got it, sweetheart."

She turned to see him smiling down at her, reaching up effortlessly to adjust the decoration.

"Thank you," she murmured with a smile.

He stepped back, his hands resting lightly on her baby bump. "You look amazing, by the way."

Katrina giggled and rolled her eyes. "I look like I swallowed a basketball."

He smirked, brushing his thumb over her stomach. "That's a good thing. Means Theo's growing strong."

"He is," Katrina agreed, her smile softening. Her gaze shifted as their daughter Clarence padded over carefully, clutching a cup in both hands.

"For Mommy!" the little girl chirped.

Katrina knelt, taking the cup with a warm laugh. "Thank you, sweetie."

Clarence leaned in, pressing her small hands to Katrina's belly and planting a kiss there. "Hi, Theo."

Katrina ruffled her hair. "That's your baby brother in there, sleeping."

"When will he come out?" Clarence asked, her eyes round with curiosity.

"Two more months," Katrina replied, tapping her nose playfully.

"Soon," Kylan added as he crouched beside her. "Not long now."

"Yay!" Clarence threw her arms around him. "I'm so excited!"

Kylan chuckled, hugging her back. "Me too."

The doorbell rang, pulling his attention. He stood, his brow furrowing slightly. "Were we expecting anyone?" Katrina shook her head. "No, I'll get it."

As she moved to the door, Kylan's stomach knotted with unease. "Wait, Katrina-"

But she had already opened it. A delivery man smiled at her, holding out a clipboard. "Sign here, please."

Katrina complied and accepted the package. "Thank you."

She returned to the living room and handed the package to Kylan. "This one's for you."

Frowning, he took it. "From you?"

"Nope," Katrina replied, a playful grin tugging at her lips. "Your presents are much better than mystery packages."

Kylan opened it cautiously. Inside was a photo album, and his expression darkened as he flipped through it. The pictures inside were vile: images of Isabella in revealing outfits, doctored photos of Katrina with Isabella's face superimposed, even private moments between Katrina and Kylan that had been taken from their nanny cam with Isabella's face inserted over Katrina's. His jaw clenched in rage.

"I need to go out," he said, closing the book abruptly.

Katrina frowned, concerned. "Is something wrong?"

"I just remembered something I forgot to pick up for my birthday." His voice was strained but even.

She laughed softly. "You silly man."

As Kylan left, Katrina settled on the couch with Clarence, gently stroking her daughter's hair. Fatigue overcame her, and soon both mother and child drifted off into a peaceful nap.

Unbeknownst to them, Isabella crept through the front door using a copied key. She stalked into the house, her wild eyes flitting around. Pausing in the doorway, she gazed at Katrina and Clarence sleeping on the sofa, her face twisting with a sinister smile. Quietly, Isabella entered Kylan and Katrina's bedroom. She breathed deeply, pulling Kylan's shirts from the closet and clutching them to her chest. Then, with a glint in her eye, she turned to Katrina's wardrobe. Grabbing a knife from her bag, she began slashing through Katrina's clothes with frenzied movements.

she took a small shirt, and then into the nursery, where she stroked the baby's crib and muttered incoherent phrases

the front door open. Kylan stepped inside the house, a grim determination on

he called softly. "You

to her. "Hmm? I'm fine. Just a

shoulder as he smiled warmly.

the shadows, Isabella retreated, biting her lip to stifle a frustrated scream. She moved back to Clarence's room, hiding behind the door

he murmured,

swatted at him. "Kylan!"

and cradled her daughter. "I'll take

froze at the sight of Isabella

"Isabella?" Katrina gasped.

bring her, but this works too." She pointed the knife at Katrina's belly. "Wake her up. Send her out." Heart pounding, Katrina gently shook Clarence awake.

and

Kylan and Clarence are mine. You're just a whore who stole them

the

her gaze. "She's not your wife. I

wife. But you need to let her go. She's carrying our baby. We need

torn.

go, and

seized the chance, twisting Isabella's wrist and driving

was brutal but swift as Isabella fought back with unusual strength in her. Kylan subdued

Isabella away, Katrina sat with Clarence in her arms, tears streaming

beside her, pulling her into a

nodded, her voice trembling. "Finally... it's

her softly. "I love you,

smiled through her tears.

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a healthy baby boy. She smiled softly as she cradled baby Theo in her arms, his tiny fingers curling and uncurling while he let out a delicate yawn. Across from her, Clarence leaned in, her eyes

a strand of hair from Clarence's face. "He is, but he won't stay this small forever. One

standing taller at the thought. "I'll teach

relaxed smile softening his sharp features as he settled beside Katrina. His arm wrapped protectively around her as he glanced at Theo. "That's right, Clarence. One day, your brother will

in delight. "Yay! Can

one. But soon enough, I'm sure you'll have

gaze lingered on Kylan, her eyes tracing the scar on his cheek, a stark reminder of everything

slightly. "I was just thinking about your

cheek with his palm. "I'm okay, Katrina," he said softly before leaning in to kiss

against his lips. "I know. You did what you had to do to

kissed her again, this time longer, his free hand tickling Theo's tiny cheek. "I'd do it all over again for you, Clarence, and Theo. You're

squirmed slightly, a soft whimper escaping him. Kylan chuckled, pulling back. "Speaking of Theo, I think someone's made a present for

as

the baby from

is impeceable, as always," she teased, opening her arms for

baby brother," Clarence said with

daughter's head. "You know, you were just like him

head adamantly. "No way! I

"You do, my

Mommy. I

Katrina whispered, her heart

cleaned up. What's this about?" he asked

Clarence nodded. "Big talk!"

hair. "Well, I'm impressed. Big talks are important, after

exclaimed, hopping down and

her go. "She's turning into

"She is.